Secrets

She knew many secrets, 

Of her friends,

Of her acquaintances,

Of her siblings,

But her secrets,

Remained secrets...

For she had none, 

Whom she could trust,

With her secrets... 

Anecdote

"Will I be ever able to design my life?" a young girl thought
The years rolled by, she did not get the answer.
And on her death bed, she finally understood the concept.
She was born to design the life of others and not hers.

Poetry: O beloved

Tell me,

O beloved

How to forget you?

Tell me,

O beloved

How to wipe those tears?

That never stops,

When your memories-

Knock at my door.

Tell me,

O beloved

How to smile?

Tell me,

Just tell me,

O beloved

How to be alive again?

Poetry: Memories

I keep on turning sides,
But sleep refuses to come by my side,
I try to keep aside,
But your memories drag me inside-
The ocean of thoughts,
And the tide
Of betrayal,
Swings and subsides-
Deep within the heart...

Very Short Story

One after another thing were thrown out of the gate; clothes, cosmetics, shoes and idol of gods nothing were shown mercy.
And finally it was her turn. She too was forcibly thrown like her belongings.
As she gathered her things, the words of her warden rang in her ears, "This is not a brothel, it's my house. You have no place amongst us. You are like parasites which slowly and slowly gulp the society."
Tears ran down her cheeks. She looked above her head. Her heart screamed, "This society made me, characterised me and gave me a new identity. My new identity separate me from the whole world. They call me 'a call girl.' And I'm prone to judgement harshly."

Mini Tale

'Where is your assignment?' I asked him.
He adjusted his glasses properly, rubbed his nose with his hand and stood up.
'I have not done,' he replied after wasting my precious five minutes.
'He is a slow learner,' the class shouted in unison.
'He is not a slow learner. He is my special child. And students do remember that slow and steady wins the race,' I said and patted on his back. 

Mini Tale

The mask man invades her at nights.
She feels the pain, but fails to express.
The society taboos her 'special child.'
And her parents call the mask man her 'care taker.'